Arkansas
Recorded by the Wilburn Brothers
written by Damon Black
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Though the brambles took the cabin I was born in
Am C
And the briers have claimed the fields I used to plow
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There's a yearning in my heart to be going
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To that acre patch God sowed in Stroud
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Arkansas are your rivers still flowing
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Is your cotton growing white as snow
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Are the squirrels still a barking up on Old Crowleys Ridge
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Has the girl I was sparking gone and burned another bridge
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I have known the troubles I was born to know
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I have wanted things a poor mans born to want
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And in all my dreams and memories I go running
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Through the fields of Arkansas from which I sprung
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Arkansas are your rivers still flowing
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Is your cotton growing white as snow
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Do the young men still fiddle with the thought of growing rich
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And slowly turn to old folks sitting whittling on a stick
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Arkansas